Good Afternoon dear reader. I have had one more blog posting percolating since my last post. Now that I have had some time to be home again and tomorrow I begin a new course load at UTS, I thought this would be a good time to send out a few more thoughts about this trip.
Since coming home again I have had many people ask me the question, “How was your trip?” What then do I say? It was fun? It was awesome? It was challenging? It was a great learning experience? It was eye opening? Yes, yes, yes and yes. All of the above and more.
I do know that the effect this trip has had on me is not finished. I think for a very long time if not for the rest of my life, there will be teachings from this experience that will continue to come to me—perhaps in moments that I least expect it.
I also know that this will not be my only such experience, because I feel strongly that I will try to make other similarly focused trips in the future, perhaps even back to Chiapas.
This photo is of an artwork created Continue reading
I wrote earlier about meeting Doña Juliana. I thought I’d post pics of the statue and the real deal along with some of the pottery at her home. What a treat! -Déadra
Monument to Doña Juliana
Buenas Noches dear reader. As you already know we are all back home safely. I have to say that I am none to glad to be back in familiar surroundings with my dear family. During our last few days in Chiapas I noticed how natural it had become to greet people in Spanish and respond with “Gracias” instead of “Thank you.” I wondered if I would continue out of habit for days after our return. Nope. I am struck by how easily I have also slipped back into familiar patterns. The only hesitation I have noticed is when using the bathroom. Continue reading
Chris Smith has talked a lot about privilege and the need to open our eyes to the cost of that privilege to the rest of the world. Daily there are multiple opportunities to recognize my privilege. When I shower, I do not have to remember to keep my mouth shut lest I ingest contaminated water. When I brush my teeth, I can use water from the faucet. I do not need to inquire at restaurants whether the water is purified or not. Water in and of itself is great privilege that Mexico opened my eyes to.
Greetings, dear readers! You have already heard some about Acteal and Las Abejas. The service at Acteal really moved me, so I wanted to share some of the things I saw, heard and learned there. The people of Acteal have experienced such tremendous hardship, yet they speak, sing, and pray with tremendous hope and joy. Their courage and perseverance was truly inspiring.
The first banner I noticed was one that read as follows (I included my attempt at translation to Engligh — I may not be spot on, but hopefully I caught the gist of it!):
“Tlotik el Pueblo De Las ‘Abejas’ de Acteal Te Da La Bienvenidos Por Caminar En La Luz”
(The Village of the “Bees” of Acteal Welcome You to Walk in the Light)
A utonomia (Autonomy)
U nidad (Unity)
L ucha (Struggle)
V erdad (Truth)
E jemplo (Example)
R espeto (Respect)
A mor (Love)
L uz (Light)
O racion (Prayer)
P erdon (Forgiveness)
E vanjelio (Gospel)
pa Z (Peace)
The service was conducted both in the indigenous language shared by the people in the village and in Spanish. I tried hard to understand as much as I could, and I’ll share with you a short list of a few of the things that I understood as either spoken by individuals or sung by the choir with great fortitude: Continue reading